It informs. It haunts. It’s always there to remind us about how things once were. If things were once great, we’ll often hold on to it with a vice grip.
We have trouble with the past.
One of the many concerning things about any new Star Wars venture was that somehow they were going to screw up Han Solo. Whether new writers couldn’t capture what made the character so charming or Harrison Ford wouldn’t be up to the task of diving back into trash compactors, something was going to prevent us from spending another two hours with one of cinema’s most beloved legends.